Hello every one! This is my first fic, and please read and review. Everything is welcome, but I like constructive criticism the best. Everyone is welcome to send me ideas and stuff threw my email which should be on my profile…
- darksilver
Disclaimer: If I was JKR would I be writing fanfiction. None of these characters or places belong to me… sigh
Hope Springs Eternal…
"I'd like a Super deluxe Rocky road, please!"
'One customer after another, bloody hell, sometimes I hate my life… wait scratch that I hate my life all the time.' thought Harry Potter, Boy-Who-Lived, only a month or so before called a deranged psycho, and now called a hero. You see he proved to the wizarding world the Voldermort has, indeed, returned. But in the process, he lost his god-father, Sirius Black, during 'The Battle of the Department of Mysteries' (Copyright Daily Prophet). And only an hour later Albus Dumbledore, Headmaster of Hogwarts and lots of other crap, told… showed him the prophecy that screwed him and his life over.
But you may ask why Harry is currently working in an ice cream parlor. Because, of course, his uncle forced him to. In his very words, "We've had it with you lazing around! From now on you are to find work and give us, the very family who gave you the clothes on your back and a roof over your head, half the money." Of course when Vernon said this, he was so many different shades of purple, Harry agreed just to get out fast enough, so that he wouldn't die of laughter.
Now Harry has been doing some physical training in preparation for the final battle and the battles ahead of that. That included: running, weight training, swordsmanship, martial arts and so on. Now, instead of the scrawny, short little boy, stood a 5' 10" lithe, young man, with the weight of the world upon his shoulders. Now Harry, who thought of himself as plain, was quite… hot. This of course led to a massive influx of new customers of the female sort, which of course leaves our poor Harry swamped and grumbling.
'I wish I could be like them.' Harry was becoming depressed watching the 'normal' teens laugh with their friends. That, combined with him bottling up his feelings about Sirius' death, leads to a very volatile Harry.
"Something wrong Harry?"
"Gah! Don't do that!" It was only Ricardo, Harry's coworker. He and Harry had become fast friends especially when Ricardo found out how easy it was to tease Harry.
"I see you staring at that group of friends over there. Some nice girl happen to catch your eye?" said Ricardo, wiggling his eyebrows suggestively.
"I… uh, errrrrr…" Harry, being Harry, of course has no answer… until…
'Wait a minute… she looks familiar…' "Actually, yeah. You see that girl in the next booth. She looks rather nice." Harry said in surprise because ha had never seen anyone even slightly familiar around Little Whinging and because he actually admitted that a girl looked nice. And she was nice. Dark, dark brown, almost black, hair, seemingly emotionless blue eyes, a beautiful face, long shapely legs and a body that many a girl would kill for. But of course he would never go after any girl because he already had a crush at school. But he knew she would never, could never acknowledge him. But hope always springs eternal.
"Then go get her tiger, grrrrrrrrrrr." Ricardo said, still wiggling his eyebrows.
"Uhhhhh… no." Harry was still a virtuous boy even with his… improvements.
Blaise Zabini was having a baaaaaaaadddddd day. She was lost, her portkey screwed up, her feet hurt, her head hurt, and that pervert of a clerk kept staring at her and whispering things to his other clerk friend. At least that clerk looked distinctly uncomfortable, meaning he wasn't a pervert. But as she looked at the non-perverted clerk she was constantly bombarded by images of her crush from school. But she knew he would never, could never acknowledge her. But hope springs eternal.
'Time to go I suppose, besides I need to know why my portkey didn't bring me home…' and with those thoughts Blaise left the ice cream parlor.
Harry watched the girl walk out wondering all the while who she was. 'Meh, must have been some one with an uncanny resemblance to her but aren't their many of them in this world.'
5 minutes later
"Bing, bing" It was closing time. Harry slowly cleaned up and slouched out of the ice cream parlor. He wasn't very happy to have to go back to his prison/home. As he was walking home, he heard a scream that was quickly muffled.
'What the bloody hell is going on! If Dudley is the cause of this I swear to Merlin, he's gonna pay…' Harry thought while sprinting toward the sound. A she arrived he slowed down to observe what was going on. He dove under some bushes and slowly parted them to reveal, people in black robes holding a girl with wands in hand. He looked closer and realized it was the girl he had served. Now most people would run to the police or something for help. But of course, Harry was not normal and he made a quick, suicidal plan that, of course was based off his saving people thing. He had taken to carrying a katana and dagger about for protection, but he would bluff with his wand before revealing that.
'Alright Harry, do this right, an innocents life hangs in the balance.' HE dove out of the bushes, wand raised, dagger within his sleeve. "Let her go, and I might let you go."
The tallest black robed person, obviously the leader, turned around, laughing "Well, well, well, what do we have here a little-" He cut off suddenly, realizing exactly who he was facing. "Harry Potter," he spat "you will come with me and we let the girl go."
"Uhhhhhh… no. But you're going to let the girl go any way." And with that said he flicked his wrist releasing the dagger straight into the arm of the person holding the girl. She dropped and rolled away. Harry was relieved; he could fight without having to worry about the girl's safety.
With a quick motion his katana was unveiled and he dove into the ranks of the Death Eaters. They were shaken out of their shock when Harry sliced of the hand of one Death Eater and sliced the chest of another. They began to shoot curses, many quite scary, but all missed, and they hit their comrades. Harry was going for injuries that would take the Death Eaters out of battle, not kill them. But he was forced to kill one and in his shock, he stood wide open for any curse.
"Avada Kedavra!!!!"
'Oh bloody hell…' Harry saw a silver light explode out of him and it seemed he became detached from his body. He watched as the silver light decimated the remaining Death Eaters and as the girl dashed over catching and lowering him to the ground, crying. He felt himself being pulled back to his body. He opened his eyes and swathe face that he would remember for the rest of his life…
"Blasie?" He whispered out in surprise and watched as she looked in shock. Then the pain set in, and unconsciousness tried to claim him. He held on and before the darkness totally covered his vision, he heard Blaise cry out his name, and the distinctive pops of apperation…